(a library catalog “browse title” found poem)
I want you all to myself
I want you! An experiment studying the selection effect when assigning distributive power
I want you and I need you
I want you but I don’t need you
I want you but I’m triggered
I want you close to me
I want you dead
I want you for a sunbeam
I want you for breakfast
I want you in my movie
I want you in the shadows of the night
I want you in the sunshine of the day
I want you just as much as you want me
I want you just like an ambulance
I want you like a seatbelt
I want you like an accident
I want you most of all when you’re away
I want you, not the money
I want you, not your attitude
I want you so bad I can taste it
I want you so bad I can’t breathe
I want you to be a great artist
I want you to be a survivor
I want you to be a web guru
I want you to be attorney general
I want you to be happy
I want you to be harsh
I want you to be the first one to know
I want you to be the victim
I want you to break my heart
I want you to bring me a slab
I want you to build resilience
I want you to burn with me
I want you to come
I want you to come home
I want you to come over
I want you to dance with me
I want you to destroy me
I want you to do something about his rumba
I want you to get up out of your seat
I want you to go where you go, do what you do, then I’ll be happy
I want you to hurt like I do
I want you to know who I am
I want you to know who I really am
I want you to lead me on
I want you to leave
I want you to leave him
I want you to level with me, son
I want you to lie
I want you to like it
I want you to look at my prospects for the future
I want you to look right in my eyes
I want you to reform your union
I want you to shut the fuck up
I want you to sit on my face
I want you to take a tape-measure and carefully check the following measurements
I want you to take these tablets
I want you to think before you register for the draft
I want you to think I’m perfect and it’s killing me
I want you to wear your personal flotation device
I want you to worry about me
I want your balls in a sandwich
I want your job
I want your little light to shine on me
I want your shit on my leg
I want your sympathy
I want your tan
I want your time
I want your vote